Monday, 17 March 2014

Will you look at that

Well, will you look at that.

Actual knitting. Not tons of knitting, but a respectable amount of knitting. This is another of the 7 row bits socks and to be honest, it was a little too much knitting. Not way too much, but I am going to have to take it easy this week. It is just at the 'I can feel it' point.

It was tremendously hard to put down. Its beguiling, these 7 row stripes. Don't they blend nicely on these yarns? It's completely fascinating to watch them being knit up. Its almost like working with Noro!

There are 3 different colours of the same yarn brand, all Jawoll sock, all a cotton wool and nylon blend. The really interestng thing is that sometimes where you think the colour changes are, when looking at the photo, they aren't. There are places and times when I have had a bugger of a time sorting out when the next change needed to be.

I took some time out and went on a fantastic winter picnic with my grandson Isaac. he took me to subway and told me exactly what sandwich was the best in all the world. Ham, cheese, olives, pickles, sub sauce and mayonnaise on white. Seriously he wasn't far wrong, though he did allow me to substitute whole grain bread and it might have been improved by a little bit of bacon but I digress. It was a pretty darn good sandwich and the company and cookies and the weather was divine. The view of the river and the picnic table melted right out of the snow weren't so bad either.

There is also this:

Blog, meet Carter. Carter, meet blog. He is pretty darn cute and one of these days he is going to have his eyes open when grandma comes. Right now, it seems to be just too darn much trouble for a guy who needs his sleep. Up to then, he did have a pretty big week for such a little fella!

Anyway, life is good, things are sweet and there was knitting. What more could one ask for?

About Me

'Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.'
- Robertson Davies
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These are my words to live by.
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When I was a kid one of my earliest memories of grandmas house was of all the aunties getting together to make wool quilts. My Uncle took off the table top and set up the quilt frame somehow on the table legs. We kids would sit under the table and watched the needles go through, and the hands turning moving swiftly along. Seeing a quilt being made from the underside is not something you forget. Sleeping under something that you saw being made right from the carding of the wool is not something you forget either. My Auntie Lorraine who loved to embroider and crochet taught my sister and I outline stitch embroidery for tea towels, pillow cases, and dresser scarves. There were always crocheted doilies and antimacassars at her house too. I have been fascinated by needle and threads since then. I can't pick a favourite among string and needle things. I sew, do crosstitch, needlepoint, hardanger, blackwork, and embroideries of all kinds. I crochet and tat, and now I knit too. Did I leave anything out? Tell me. I'll probably need to learn that too. It's a compulsion. And now I spin. Did I mention I have a small loom? And now a much bigger loom? Like I said, this is clearly a compulsion.